Sipping Whiskey Neat

This dour hour
That comeuppance
Before a cocktail
And the pale mooning,
Auto-tuning, daily noting
Of the Sun’s Swan song

But- I no longer sing along
Long ago-
Having lost the key.
a high-C
I imagine,
looking down
and belting back
the very first pour
of the evening

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Ron. says:

    Cuervo, please. Straight up. Double (at least).

    1. r.douglas says:

      a double it be.

  2. Bill says:

    That one just feels so good. It’s aw-right.

    1. r.douglas says:

      tis is… and thanks

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